Hush, the earth becomes still
At day's end, shadows fall
Nary a voice, above a whisper
Sweet solitude, begins to call

Painted on a heavenly canvas
A magnificent display
And into the cooling waters
Golden orb quietly, slips away

I'll Be Here On The 'Morrow's
First Glint of Sun
Good Night, Sleep Tight
Dear One








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Original Poem © 8/5/2005 - Revised 8/26/2020
All Poetry Original & Revised Versions were written by
Kathryn Sunday Davis/Williams
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